Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.